The Problem with House Calls…

By RascalFlattsS

Summary: This house call is a little more trouble than Hank, Evan and Divya bargained for. Evan Whumpage! Enjoy.

Disclaimer: The characters belong to their rightful owners. This story is for entertainment purposes only. I am poor college student; I OWN NOTHING!!!

Chapter 1: Meeting the Newest Client, a.k.a. Trouble

"C'mon, Evan! Get the lead out! " Dr. Hank Lawson shouted to his younger brother. He and his associate Divya Katdare were at the back of the jeep, pulling out the necessary medical equipment. As the new "concierge doctor" in the Hamptons, Hank and Divya had to deal with all sorts of medical emergencies. Today was no different. Hank had gotten a call that he was needed at this address. A young man by the name of Daniel had called saying that his brother Michael had cut his hand on a piece of glass and required medical attention.

Evan jumped out of the back seat yawning, "Not that I love the fact that HankMed is bombing , but remind me again why exactly I had to get out of bed? Not that I am not happy to help but seeing how I am the only one here who doesn't have some type of medical degree…"

Hank smiled, "Daniel said he wanted to meet everyone involved, which last time I checked involved you, Evan. Now help Divya with the bags."

"No need, Hank," said Divya as Evan moved to grab the bags, "I can handle it myself." Hank watched as Divya and Evan wrestled for the bags, trying to ease the bad feeling he had in his gut.

Divya elbowed Evan in the stomach and Evan immediately let go and doubled over.

"What did you do that for?" asked Evan.

Divya shrugged. "Why not?" She tightened her grip on the bag and walked to the door. Hank shook his head, trying to hide his smile. He and Evan walked up behind Divya up the sidewalk to the front door. Hank reached over and was about to ring the door bell, when the door opened.

A young man in his late thirties opened the door. He was wearing a red t-shirt and blue jeans. He looked extremely tense. His eyes darted around, checking to the left and right before settling on Hank, Evan and Divya. His smiled was forced as he addresses Hank.

"Hello, you must be Dr. Lawson. I'm Daniel." Daniel held out his hand for Hank to shake it.

"Please call me Hank," said Hank, as he shook Daniel's hand. He then pointed to Divya and Evan. "This is my associate Divya and my brother Evan."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, "said Divya.

"You look familiar," said Evan. "Do I know you?"

Daniel shifted uncomfortably, "No. No, I don't think so." He then smiled, "Why don't you all come in?" He stepped aside to allow them to enter into the house.

"Where is the injured person?" asked Divya.

"My brother, Michael," said Daniel. "He cut his hand on some broken class. He's in the living room. It's down the hall. Hank, why don't you and Divya go down and check on him while Evan and I discuss your payment in the kitchen?"

"Sounds good to me," said Hank. He and Divya headed down the hall towards the living room, leaving Evan alone with Daniel.

"Shall we?" asked Daniel, pointed towards the kitchen. Evan nodded and followed Daniel into the kitchen.

"Are you sure I don't know you?" said Evan.

"No," said Daniel, quickly. A little too quickly.

"It's weird, I feel like I have seen you before…" said Evan, his voice trailing off as they walked into the kitchen. Evan's eyes drifted to the small TV sitting on the counter. It was on mute but Evan read the little banner floating across the bottom of the screen: Hampton Bank Robbed. Suspects Armed and Dangerous.

Evan's mind flashed to this morning to when he was watching the news. Evan suddenly realized where he recognized Daniel from. Daniel and his brother robbed a bank in this morning. Evan had seen their pictures on the news. He was suddenly filled with horror. Hank and Divya were in the other room, treated a dangerous felon.

I've got to warn them! Evan thought. He turned to run out of the kitchen, but before he could run two steps, Daniel tackled him to the floor, knocking the wind out of Evan. During that moment, Daniel pulled Evan up by the back of his collar, pulled him up and forward, wrapping his large arm around his throat, strangling him. Evan started to struggle but stopped when he felt the barrel of the gun against his temple.

"If you're smart, you won't scream out," Daniel whispered in his ear, "Or I'll blow your brains out." He clucked. "Guess you finally figured out where you'd recognize my picture from , huh Evan?"

Evan shuddered. He tried to make his voice sound as tough as possible, "Do what you want with me, but leave my brother out of this!"

Daniel laughed quietly. "You think I want you? You are here, Evan, just in case; Dr. Hank needs some persuasion in treating my brother and not giving me any trouble. Let's go see how big brother is doing, shall we?" Daniel left the kitchen and started down the hall towards the living room, pulling Evan with him. His gun never wavered from Evan's temple. Evan swallowed. Hank was going to kill him.